Jon stopped and stared at the Goth girl as she walked away. She looked familiar, although he had never seen her before. At least, he thought he had never seen her before, outside the possible chance of seeing her around the school. The feeling of familiarity was very strong, as if he had known her nearly his entire life. But in what kind of world would he know a Goth in that way? He shook his head, then turned back around and continued on his way to his class.
Little did Jon know, that Goth girl was his sister Zoe. But neither he nor she remembered that.
"Hey, Jon," a girl said to him in the classroom, as he sat down. "Cute outfit."
"Thanks."
